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Chapter Four

"What about my birthday do we need to talk about?" I asked him as I finished putting on my shoes.

"Well, what are your plans for your birthday?" He asked me softly, almost like he was afraid of the answer.

I looked into his blue eyes and sighed "Damien, you should know I haven't celebrated my birthday in five years. I didn't see the point, it's a constant reminder of what's to come." I said before looking away "Can we go for a walk?. I can still smell his blood and its making me nauseous."

"Of course, little one." He responded, standing and holding his hand out to me.

"Why do you insist on calling me that? I'm not little anymore. I'm nearly eighteen-" I said and stopped short with a laugh "Lord knows I didn't need to remind myself of that fact, every time I see you I'm reminded."

He took my hand and walked side-by-side with me out of the house, and continued to hold my hand as we walked, ignoring me as I tried to pull my hand out of his. It was like holding hands with a steel door, I knew I wouldn't get free unless he allowed me, but I still tried.

"Yes, you are nearly eighteen, and I am nearly two hundred and fifty. Both of us are constantly aware of our age when in the presence of each other."

I stopped walking to stare at him, unable to stop my jaw from falling open "You're how old?"

He stopped walking to look at me "Bast, you are much too beautiful to make such ugly faces." When he stopped, he released my hand. I gladly took it back and put it in my pocket. With Damien, that was a win for me, so I accepted it graciously.

I glared at him and started walking again, this time into the forest across the street, rather than on the sidewalk "I can't believe you're that old. So how many girls have you laid claim on?"

"None." He responded, taking my hand in his again, with a smirk. He seemed to enjoy showing me just how little control I had when he was around.

"Fine then, how many girls hearts have you broken while watching me like a stalker for seventeen years?"

"None, little one. I told you, when you came into this world I decided you would be mine. If I wouldn't allow you any man but me, why should I have any woman but you?" He said nonchalantly as we walked further into the woods.

There were a few big men following us from a safe distance, never taking their eyes off of me. There have constantly been at least two men in suits following me since that night, five years ago. I knew they were sent by Damien, so I never bothered paying them any mind. But right now their presence was annoying me, I wanted to be alone with Damien.

"What is the point in the bodyguards? You're a vampire for god's sake." I said, without thinking. Why did I want to be alone with him so badly? I've spent the last few years trying to hate him. But I never really did succeed.

He didn't stop walking, but he motioned to the men, telling them to leave. They did as they were told without a second's hesitation.

"You're saying that you haven't been with a girl since the day I was born?" I asked him, I don't know why but I felt this huge weight come off my shoulders when I heard this. Like I was relieved.

"Yes, that is what I'm saying." He said, looking at me with a weird glint in his eyes.

"So what about when you drink?"

"I've only taken the blood of men for the last twelve years."

I stopped walking and looked up at him "Why me? And don't feed me that same bullshit you did five years ago. Please just answer me honestly." I literally did have to look up at him. When I was younger I thought I would grow up, and he wouldn't be such a giant to me anymore, but boy was I wrong. Damien was still like a lion, Tall, proud, dominant and strong. Whereas I was like a little kitten, small, weak, submissive and frail.

He looked down at me with a slight smile, like he knew what I was thinking, "When I first got your scent, I was going to drink from you. But when I went to the nursery, you looked right into my eyes and smiled. Every other baby there was screaming the second they saw me, but not you. That is when I decided to make you mine. Your scent is like an addiction to me, all I want is to sink my fangs into your beautiful throat, and drink until there is nothing left. But I want you more than I want your life." As he spoke, his eyes turned red, as his fangs slowly came out.

When I saw this, I started backing up until I could move no further due to a tree against my back. He slowly moved forward until our bodies were inches from each others. "So why didn't you just kill me?" I asked him, then kicked myself mentally. What the hell is wrong with me?

"I've already told you, little one. I didn't kill you because I want you, more than I want your life." He said as he slowly lowered his head until his mouth was against my neck, then he grazed it with his fangs. He paused for a moment, his teeth still against my throat, before kissing the same spot softly.

I put my hands against his chest and turned my head to the side, looking at him. I watched as his eyes reverted to their regular blue, and his fangs retracted. I felt this sick sense of sadness, like I wanted him to drink from me. What the hell is wrong with me? "What about when you don't want me anymore?"

"That, is impossible, little one." he whispered as his eyes locked onto my lips, his arms wrapping around my waist.

I could feel my heart jumping into my throat as he slowly leaned forward again, this time my heart wasn't jumping in fear, it was excitement. I hated myself for wanting this, wanting him. "How is it impossible?" I asked, trying to get him to back up. If he didn't back up soon, I was afraid I would kiss him.

"Because I've waited nearly eighteen years to have you. I'll wait another eighteen if that is what it takes for you to accept me. I want you, and only you, my little kitten." he purred as he got even closer to me, pressing our bodies together as he closed in on my lips.

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